Chapter 106: Chapter 106: Suddenly Feeling Uncertain
So how did you pull it off?
Noticing Dane’s confusion, Renee Morgan explained, "Probably because I’ve been training since I was a kid. My eyesight’s better than most, I can see at night like it’s broad daylight."
The viewers in the livestream watched the leaderboard flicker, and now they knew for sure—Renee Morgan had actually scored 2 points more than Dane, snagging 37 and shooting up to first place.
This... is really hard to judge.
The haters started feeling uncertain.
Not just the haters—even Renee’s own fans hadn’t expected Renee would surpass Dane in this battle and take the top spot.
After a brief shock, the livestream’s barrage of comments exploded like a hurricane.
[Wait... didn’t Renee say she only practiced shooting for a couple hours?? I’m not buying it.]
[With aim like that, it can’t be a one-day thing, Renee’s been hiding her skills, waiting to shine.]
Nobody knows if that’s really true, but whatever, those words sound pretty damn sharp.
But that’s not even the worst—some comments are even more outrageous and cutting.
[Of course, a newbie in showbiz, skips acting to do variety shows, goes viral in one show—no way that happens without some clever tricks or a script.]
[Everyone says success doesn’t just happen—Renee and the production team must’ve busted their asses. Who knows how those Freyos big shots will feel after leaving base, finding out they accidentally got roped into the show and turned into supporting actors.]
These people are way too nasty!!
The fans barely had time to celebrate before their keyboards were flying, joining the barrage army.
[Think Renee’s aim must come from gun training? Go check out her early videos—big bows, sleeve arrows, crossbows, she’s awesome at everything. Ten years of solid childhood practice. Why is this aim so weird?]
After Renee blew up on the show, her early videos became collector’s items—they’re everywhere, and all types of fans know them by heart.
[Morgan’s got real skills, maybe a little clever too. Trust me, anyone who isn’t blind can see that.]
[Script? This is a legitimate competitive game—since when do they play it by a script?]
[Forced to be supporting? Are you admitting Morgan’s the protagonist? If someone unlucky ends up as a supporting role and you call that forced, then I admit it—Morgan really is too outstanding!!]
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Haters were wild at first, but Renee’s fan base is massive—especially at trash-talking—and the haters quickly fell back, totally routed, finally running off defeated.
The overseas sites are way more chill than the local ones.
When Renee fired the first shot, scoring a headshot, they clenched their fists and grinned, shouting, "Nice!"
When Renee grabbed the 37 points and topped the board, their throats were already rough, only their hands pounding the keyboard and blowing up the chat.
[Who was it who said the Freyos bigwigs aren’t just little bros in front of our Renee? Speak up!]
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[Enough about kidneys, don’t start with kidneys today. Is slicing kidneys supposed to be impressive?]
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[Everybody, say it with me—Freyos big shots are all little bros next to our Renee!!]
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Chinese netizens: [...] Renee’s not getting arrogant, but her fans clearly are.
After a long silence, Dane put away his sniper rifle and looked at Renee Morgan with a gaze that was hard to read.
Renee took back the sniper rifle, checked the magazine again, then hugged it to her chest, satisfied.
When the fight started on Seabrook’s boat, Jay Monroe had just shaken off Jude’s pursuit, called in to the commander for permission to support.
This time, the commander hesitated: "I think it’s better for you to stay on land to scout the routes. Send Renee Morgan over."
Jay Monroe: "!!!" Commander, you’ve changed!
The commander was grim: "Things are dire over at Seabrook. We’ve suffered heavy losses. Team Red’s sniper Hugh is extremely strong."
The commander didn’t deny Jay’s abilities, just that Renee’s recent performance was too spectacular.
Jay didn’t want to stay on route: "I’m going with Renee Morgan. Someone else can guard here."
Over the headset, Hugh and Team Red’s assault operations kept reporting headshot points, making it clear to the commander things were urgent—so he finally agreed.
Renee Morgan and Dane got the assignment, rushing off toward Seabrook without delay.
Dane jumped onto an off-road motorcycle, letting Renee sit behind as they tore across the landscape to their destination.
Renee didn’t care about her wind-tangled hair, hugging her sniper rifle, jogging behind the crowd as they boarded a rescue boat.
The rescue boat wasn’t big—probably seated six.
When Renee and Dane arrived at Seabrook, Team Blue was already in trouble; Hugh was racking up a triumphant streak, taking 48 kill points.
The livestream leaderboard got reshuffled again.
First place: Team Red’s sniper Hugh, with 48 points.
Second place: Team Blue’s sniper Renee Morgan, with 37 points.
Third place: Team Red’s assault specialist Kennedy, with 35 points.
Fourth place: Team Blue’s assault specialist Dane, with 20 points.
Fifth place: Team Red’s assault specialist Louis, with 19 points.
Sixth place: Team Blue’s Jay Monroe, with 13 points.
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The netizens saw those ranks and felt at peace—see, Renee Morgan’s top spot was a fluke, but the Freyos big shot at number one, that’s the norm.
[Anyone notice Team Red is more strategic, while Team Blue’s gameplan is conservative and old-school—having strong players who don’t seem to make a difference.]
[Yeah, I just replayed the match broadcast—while action kicked off on land, things started heating up at Seabrook too. On land, if it hadn’t been so late, the sniper would’ve had all the advantages—otherwise, they could’ve suffered badly. Meanwhile, at Seabrook, Team Blue nearly got wiped out. If Team Blue fails to stop Team Red tonight and Team Red gets ashore, Team Blue’s base is toast.] ℴ
[Watching the replay, I caught a glimpse of Jay Monroe—he was surrounded by several Team Red boats.]
[Jay’s not going out that easy. With his attitude, he’d probably rather jump into the sea than get headshotted or surrender.]
You gotta admit, netizens all have hawk eyes.
Jay Monroe got trapped—he should’ve been undercover as a sniper, but at the moment, he was pressed flat under the boat’s deck, awkwardly dodging Team Red’s gunfire. When he realized escape was impossible, he strapped the sniper rifle to his back, ready to jump in the ocean.
When Renee Morgan radioed for his exact location, Jay suddenly felt tragic: "Renee, if I don’t make it to shore tonight, remember to come fish me out."
Renee thought he meant getting captured, but the nasal tone made her incredulous: "Jay, you’re not really planning to jump into the sea, are you?"
Jay: "I’m out of time, Renee, you gotta fish me out!" He would never surrender.
Go fishing for someone overboard?
Renee pressed her headset, her expression cold as ice, voice frosty: "Dream on!"
"..." Jay stared at the cut-off radio, suddenly unsure if he should actually jump.